Yana stod som forstenet og stirrede på manden foran sig. Cortez' så en smule forvirret ud. Alastair gik op bag ved ham og lagde hænderne på hans skuldre, hvorefte han stak hovedet ned til hans øre.
"She's mad because you left her mother," sagde han, klappede Cortez på skulderen og begyndte at gå. Cortez rullede bare med øjnene.
Yana stirrede på Cortez, før hun snurrede rundt og fulgte efter Alastair.
"What the hell is he doing here?" spurgte Yana rasende.
"I don't have a clue. I didn't exactly plan to run in to him, but as it turns out, he'd been looking for me," svarede Alastair.
"Looking for you? But what about me?" spurgte hun med tåre i øjnene.
"Yana." Alastair stoppede, lagde hænderne på hendes skuldre og holdt hende ud for sig, så han kunne kigge hende ind i øjnene. Yana mødte de søgende grønbrune øjne med et rasende blik.
"Don't hate him. I know it's a lot to ask, but will you please try not to hate him?"
"Why shuld i?" spurgte Yana vredt.
"Because you don't know him. You don't know who you hate, and that is just aboud the stupies thing you can ever do. If you wanna hate someone, you must first leran what you hate. Cortez is a lot of things. A liar. A thief. A man, who walks away from his problems, but he is the best father, anyone could ever get. I admit he's an idiot, leaving you mother, but that was because he couldn't risk her to be hurt, but he is loving and caring and he always try to do what's best fr others. Leaving you and your mother was the hardest thing he ever did." Alastairs stemme var intrængende, men Yana kunne ikke længere se han øjne, fordi hendes egne var fyldt med tårer.
"You said you hated him," hviskede hun.
"True, but he is family, and that is all I've got. I hate him, yes, but I bloody love him, cause that's what family is about. We're brothers. We can't love each other if we can't also hate. Yana, all I'm asking you, is to give him a chance. You don't know what you are hating and that is gonna make our family fall apart. And wether you like it or not, family is all you got. So suck it up, and find out what you are hating. If it don't get better, then go back to hating him. Just know, that if you don't atleast try you are going to destroy me. You are going to destroy us all." Alastair tørrede en tåre fra Yanas kind, før han vendte sig om og gik videre.
"What about the others? That where after you?" råbte Yana. De måtte stadig være derude et sted.
"I'm going to lure them away. Cortez will get you out of here, and I'll hopefully meat you somewhere." Alastair smilede. Det var et lille vemodigt smil, men det blev hurtigt skiftet ud med et ubekymret blik. Nærmest som om det aldrig havde været der. Han vendte sig op for at gå videre, men Yana afbrød ham igen.
"Why? Why you? Why can't Cortez lure them away? All he has to do is to say some words!" råbte hun rasende.
"Because all this time, he have never changed his mind. At least not within a day. His disguise would crumble." Yanas raseri blomstrede endnu mere.
"So because of his disguise, you are going to get caught?" spurgte hun. Alastair trak på skuldrene. Så smilede han glad.
"Who said anything about getting caught? I'm just leading them in the wrong direction. You know: the one, that is right for us." Han smilede stadig. Nærmest som om han morede sig. Men han kunne ikke nare Yana. Hun havde set det vemodige smil, selvom han var fantastisk til at skjule det. Havde hun ikke set det, havde hun virkeligt troet, at han tænkte det var sjovt.
"This is not a game, Alastair!" råbte hun efter hans ryg, mens han forsvandt ind mellem træerne. "Don't forget that," mumlede hun så for sig selv.
Yana mærkede pludselig en hånd på sin skulder. Hun gav et forskrækket spjæt og snurrede rundt. Yana fandt sig selv stå og stirre ind i et par smukke, varme brune øjne.
"He will be fine. He is brave, but he is most deffinatly not stupid. We will see him again sooner than you know it," sagde Cortez og smilede. "When he gets back he must teach you some selfprotection. You will need that."
"And you can't teach me that because..?" spurgte Yana.
"That is his thing. I have never been fond of fighting. I am usually able to talk myself out of things," svarede Cortez smilende. Yana kiggede irriteret på ham.
"And when you aint?" spurgte hun. Cortez' ansigt blev mørkt.
"Lets just say it is funnier the other way, shall we?" spurgte han. Yana havde på fornemmelsen, at det havde noget med dem at gøre.
"Who are they?" spurgte Yana. "The men you came with, I mean." Hun forventede lidt en dårlig joke som svar. Alastair ville i hvertfald godt have kunnet finde på det.
"Hunters. They are hunters. I do not think I need to tell you what they hunt." Det gjorde han ikke. De jagede folk med forbandelsen. Eller også var det bare ene og alene Alastair de var sure på.
"Great. Now I feel like a vampire," mumlede hun. Cortez smilede.
"And may I ask why you do that?" spurgte han.
"I can't die. Apparently. I have to pretend I'm someone I'm not. Apparently. And I'm being huntet by hunters," svarede hun.
"But vampires can be killed," svarede Cortez.
"Yes. Great. I'm not like anything. But I still feel like a vampire, though," sagde Yana og smilede for første gang til sin far.
Yana og Cortez gik sammen tilbage til søen g det underlige træ.
"You know, he could also just have jumped in the lake," sagde Yana. Hun havde tænkt over det og chancen for, at de andre var fulgt efter ham, var ikke stor.
"Exept my brother is not exactly a fan of wet clothes. Espacially when he ca not get them dryed," svarede Cortez med sit meget britiske accent som Yana egentligt mest ville omtale som snobbet.
"Oh... Well that would be a problem then," svarede Yana. Hun kom til at tænke på Mycroft Holmes fra Sherlock. Altså den moderne udgave af Sherlock Holmes. Han lød også utroligt snobbet.
Cortez gik direkte forbi træet og gav sig til at følge søen rundt.
"Where are you going?" råbte Yana efter ham.
"We have to get out of here. Alastair is probably destroying my disguise. Saying he killed me or something. Probably more 'poetic'," svarede Cortez. Yana løb op på siden af ham.
"Poetic?" spurgte hun forvirret.
"Yes. Poetic. It is Alastairs word for homicide. He likes to make bad things sound like cutton candy." Cortez stemme var en smule bebrejdene.
"Okay. You where both born i Scotland, right?" spurgte hun. Cortez nikkede.
"Glassgow. It was a verry small town back then."
"Then how come you speek with a british accent?" spurgte hun.
"I've spend a lot of time in England," svarede han.
"Then what about Alastair? I can't seem to place his accent. Only when he goes 'Oi! Wach it!'," sagde Yana. Cortez smilede.
"He has always been quite fond of those words. Alastair has been all around the place. He knows more languages than he has fingers and that have effected his accent," svarede Cortez.
"Okay. Do you think he will be alright? I mean can he find us?" spurgte Yana bekymret.
"Yana, Alastair can find a footprint, you haven't even made yet. We will bump into him some where."
"When?" spurgte Yana.
"I do not have a clue. He is unpredictable. And he lies. I knw you like him, Yana, but he lies a lot. Even when he do not have to. You can listen to what he says, but you must never trust him!" Yana kiggede irriteret på Cortez. Hun vidste godt, at Alastair løj. Han havde i det mindste indrømmet det.